Chaussée d'Amour (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Afl. 09 - full transcript

How did my father end up here?
Did he have a girl, or something?

No, he didn't seem
the type to have a mistress.

Don't fuck with us, fag.

Stop right now. Stop.

If we want justice,
we'll have to get it ourselves.

Cheers, Davy.

It only takes one phone call to get
the whole of this slum shut down.

- It's a planning violation.
- So it's blackmail now?

Joëlle has told nobody
you were there.

Why not?

They should ban that stuff.



Is it to do with that nitwit?
The herbalist you were snogging.

Hands off my wife!

I want a house,
and kids and a good man too.

It's understandable.

- Do you have problems?
- I'm an exception.

So why do I keep seeing
that policeman round at yours?

- Who was the second man?
- It makes no odds.

- Why not?
- Because he's dead.

It's time to stop all this, Beets.

- What aren't you telling me, Ludo?
- Nothing, at least not now.

Go on.

Yes, that's it. That's good.

Is it nice?

Are you OK, Willy?



- Is it me?
- No.

No, it's not you.

It's not been great...

since my heart attack.

- Can we just...
- Lie down?

- That's fine.
- Have a lie down.

Gaëtan was wearing
my string back to front.

Whores. They are all whores.

The two of them
on the football field.

- Mum, I'm off to work.
- What, this early?

- Jos is a slave driver.
- Bye, Sep.

Mum?

There's a man in the bar.

You won't get away with this.

I'll press charges, file suit.

I'll pluck you bald if I have to.

Or are you prepared to say
that Gaëtan wasn't here?

Yes your son and Davy
were here yesterday.

You just let him in?

After all that commotion with Joëlle?

They had nothing to do with it,
did they?

Clients are clients.
I have a business to run.

Actually, they weren't
at all interested in the girls.

They were too busy
with each other to be a nuisance.

And then, without asking us,

or paying, they took a room.

But this isn't a hotel.

The rooms are for the clients
and the girls.

Not for drunks having a party.
That gives the wrong signal.

In fact, they forgot to pay this bill.

If it's war you want, you've got it.

Boy, oh, boy.

I thought you were old and wise
enough to choose good friends.

Do your mum and dad know?

Have you told anyone else?

No.

No...

So?

- Will you arrest me?
- No.

I won't arrest you.

I'll make a phone call.

You've got some more time, no?

If Staaf had waited a few weeks,

the application would
have been approved,

and he'd have got fifty times more.

Fifty times more...

Where's the logic?

Here are Willy's accounts
and the paperwork for the Cats.

Deed of sale included.

Enjoy.

- Hey, Syl.
- We need to talk, Colette.

How well did you know my father?

- You've already asked that.
- Now I'm asking again.

I knew him as a friend of Willy's.

- So I saw him now and then.
- Now and then?

And did you see him more
when he took over the Cats?

No, not really. No.

The more I think about it,
the less I understand.

You can say a lot about him,
but taking over a brothel...

He was prim and proper.

Unless he had a special reason.

I don't know, honey.
Ask Willy about it.

I'm asking you.
We are women, Colette.

We can fool men left, right and centre,
but not women...

- Do you really want to know?
- Yes.

I can't bear all the carry-on.
Just tell me.

He was the love of my life.

We had an affair for years.

Your father and I
planned to buy the place. Yes.

- You said he hardly ever came here.
- I didn't want to burden...

- Did my mother know?
- Yes.

- Staaf told her.
- Stop all this. Stop it.

I'll repay you every penny.

But as soon as the business is mine,
you'll be the first to leave.

Oh, yes.

Yes, I'll fuck the hell off.
Do your own washing.

Bloody hell.

What a balls-up. Do it yourself.

Right, I'll leave you two
to talk it over.

But I won't be far away,
so behave yourselves.

- Hey.
- Last night, sorry.

I fell asleep.
That doesn't often happen.

- Have you got a minute?
- Yes, I'll shut shop.

I don't know if I can trust Colette.
She used to be a friend.

She acted like one.
I don't know what to believe.

I know Colette. She's a good woman.

- She was trying to spare you.
- And that makes it OK?

I don't want to be spared.

Would you punish people
for loving each other?

- Try to see it from the other side.
- That's so typical.

Constantly seeing things
from all sides, never making a stand.

Pleasing everybody.
Your sister, me, Colette, your wife.

So nothing ever changes.

Is that how you see me?

Sorry.
I didn't mean it about your wife.

You've had a hard time, but so have I.
I'm trying to cope with it.

I loved my wife, I still miss her.

- Is that wrong?
- No.

This isn't...

I can't be doing with this.

Maybe sometime, but...

Not now.

I didn't know you could order
pills through room service.

I'm not here to cause a scene.
I want to talk to you about Sylvia.

So what's the matter with my wife?

I think she's at her wits' end.

Oh, yeah?

They teach psychology at pharmacy
school now... How many years is it?

Can we have
an adult conversation, or...

Or?

Or what?

Or what?

Sylvia?

Sylvia?

She's not here.

Oh, dear, what happened?

- Here she is.
- What happened?

- What? A present from lover boy.
- Did Jérôme do that to you?

- Did you put him up to it?
- Why would I?

Maybe the thought of two men
fighting over you turns you on.

Hormones raging for the sexy Sylvia.

Listen.
You still don't get it do you? You idiot.

I have no intention of getting back
with you. So stop whining.

I have better things to worry about

than two kiddies
smacking each other in the face.

Oh, no, it's started bleeding again.

Sylvia,
he can't drive in that condition.

My shift is nearly over.
I'll take him back to his motel.

- Go ahead, makes no difference to me.
- Let me get dressed first.

Olly invited me round to his parents'.

- What's so great about that?
- Don't you get it?

Olly invited me.
Not Claire, not me, but Olly.

- Olly?
- Olly.

He wants it to be official.

- Official.
- Official.

Congratulations, sweetheart.

Thanks, mum.

- It might sting a bit.
- I'm used to it.

Of course you are. There.

And again.

Where did you learn that?

In our profession
a girl has to look after herself, Danny.

There you go, back to normal.

What am I doing?

Sorry.

Sep, what have you done?
It's fantastic.

It's coming along nicely.
It suits me to the ground.

Just the horn to fit,
see, and a bit of a polish.

Take these stickers off and
pimp my ride.

- You mean we're going for a ride?
- Yeah.

I can't drive. It was always
your grandfather who drove.

What a great job.

- You're going to love this.
- Tell me.

In February 1999 Willy was ordered
to demolish part of the Cats.

A first floor studio
and a ground floor room,

because he didn't have
a planning permission.

Willy sold the Cats to Staaf
less than two months later

and Staaf knew about the planning,
because look.

It's in the deed of sale.

What idiot pays the full price
for half a house?

- An idiot with a bad conscience.
- You've read my thoughts.

We won't learn much from our idiot,
he's dead.

And his mate won't cooperate.

Shall we talk to Magda again?

Look out, a tractor.

It's a hundred metres away at least.

Well, be careful anyway.

- Look out.
- You're putting me off.

I know what I'm doing.

- I didn't speak.
- You did.

What now?

Are you OK?

Sir?

- Is anyone hurt?
- Magda, are you OK?

- Alright?
- Yes.

You've had a shock.

I'll report it.

Maybe not the best time
or a pleasant subject,

- but I was wondering about Staaf...
- Staaf?

Staaf, is that you?

What's going on?

Staaf?

Fortunately it was superficial
damage, and no one was hurt.

Sep, how many times have I told you
to keep away from her?

- Sylvia...
- Shut your mouth.

Come a step closer
and I'll wring your neck.

We should tell you
that witnesses have stated

that Sep was driving, not Magda.

Were you, idiot?

Were you, idiot?

I'll take her home.

Then I'm off to the garage
and I won't be home tonight.

The worst thing,
is that my mother knew all the time.

I don't know who to trust, Ludo.

Tell me honestly.

Is my father connected
with Allaire's death, or not?

Well...

We know somebody else
was there that night.

A man.

Allaire did beat Colette up,
and if, as you say...

your father and Colette
had an affair...

It's possible, but we're speculating.
It's too early to say.

I can't say until we know
how all the pieces fit together.

If I find anything on your father,
you'll be the first to know.

I promise you.

Madman.

I had to turn away
a breakdown tonight. Nice, eh?

Dad...

Meet Joëlle.

She's my girlfriend.

- Idiot.
- Don't shout, dad.

- Keep your nose out.
- Easy, Jos.

Am I the only person who sees it?
Not this.

Dad, wait.

- Dad, you don't know her.
- But you do?

- She's my girlfriend.
- That's disgusting. It's sick.

It's not a woman, or a man.
What is it?

And what are you, if you fall for that?
You've brought a whore home.

You won't even take the trouble
to get to know her.

Take just two seconds...

This is still my house.

We'll do things differently
from now on.

I'll be back in five minutes.

And either
that monster is gone and we eat,

or the pair of you can bugger off.
Understood?

Explain it to your mother.

Sorry, mum. Next time, maybe.

Sylvia.

- Sit down.
- No, Willy, I'd rather stand.

Have a drink.

I'm not interested in all the wrong
you have done in your life.

But if my father played a part
in the murder, I want to know, now.

- Come and sit...
- God almighty, Willy.

Was he a part of it, or not?

I want to know.

What did he do?

- What did that asshole do?
- He wasn't an asshole.

- Your father wasn't an asshole.
- No, he was a saint.

I knew him since infant school.

He and I were always best friends.

He a road worker, me in bars.

Staaf was always decent.

I wasn't,
but we were always together.

A few beers,
fishing, watching football.

The day you were born
was the best day of his life.

He showed you to everyone.

And I was to be your godfather.
I thought it was great.

Because you, Sylvia... Jesus Christ.

You were such a treasure.

His marriage with your mum
wasn't great.

It wasn't his fault, and it wasn't hers.
Things just are what they are.

I always had a lot of pretty girls.

But your dad never looked at them.

Until he met Colette.

It was... Well...

Call it fate.

There's an explanation for everything.

You don't have to believe me.

But don't ever doubt this one thing.
Staaf loved you.

So much he wanted to gas me.

That much, yes.

All he did in his last years
was watch his daughter on video.

Here, I've kept them for you.

You still haven't answered
my question.

You love me, don't you?

And you're my godfather.

I want to know.

What do you think?

Think of Staaf.

Your dad.

Was he capable
of smashing someone's head in?

Or are there others
who might be better able to do it?

Bloody hell.

That was hard, Staaf.

Is she doing OK then?

I won't lie.
At first it was terrible for Eva.

A road like that.

It hits a girl pretty hard.

It affected me when I first arrived.

It was like everyone
was looking at me.

But you deal with it after a while,
and fight back. That's what she did.

She's blossomed
since that incident with the client.

- Incident?
- It was a misunderstanding.

He thought Eva was of age.
We got there just in time

- and we threw him out.
- Wait a minute.

- That's enough.
- But...

No, that's enough.

If she wants to play at being madam,
fair enough.

But she keeps away from my kids.

- What's this?
- Filming.

- Put that away.
- No.

- Put that away. Vile, filthy, dirty...
- Leave me be, I'm filming.

Vile creep.

What are you doing? Stop it.
You're driving my clients away.

- My kids are growing up here.
- Stop before there's an accident.

Don't go thinking you'll get the kids.
See you in court, honey.

Get yourself off.

Wow, that's a nice suit, uncle Willy.
You look like James Bond.

And uncle Willy
has a long-arranged appointment.

That won't solve the problem.

No, but it might calm you down.

I'll miss you.

I know you.
You are going to love it in Thailand.

You won't come back.

No, I won't.

The street will miss you.

That's nice of you, Tina.

I've opened two accounts at the bank.
One in your name, and one in Raf's.

Why would you?

Can't a man do what he likes
with his savings?

I'm debt free, I have a roof
over my head, a pension...

What more does a man want?

It's not much.

But it's heartfelt.

Madman.

Up.

Hang on.

Be good, eh?

- Bye, Raf.
- Bye, uncle Willy.

My God, so lovely.

- Is it a nice pie?
- Yes, dad, it's a really nice pie.

I went two villages further,
to get you the nicest pie.

- Just for you.
- Yes, Sylvia.

Your daddy loves you.

And if I eat slice of pie,
will you still love me?

Well yes, Magda.
Big is beautiful, they say.

You always find the right words.

- Willy?
- There she is.

- Colette the Corvette.
- I'm working, honey.

Yes, sweetheart, but I just wanted
to tell you again that I'm sorry.

- You were right, as ever.
- What?

I buggered up, Colette.
I've seriously buggered up.

OK. Anything else?

Yeah.

- I wanted to say...
- What?

I'll put it right.

- I'm going to fix my mistakes.
- Why?

- I want you to be proud of me.
- Yes, of course.

By doing what, Willy?

- Willy, what are you doing?
- Hello?

- Willy?
- No, man, you...

- Hello?
- I can't hear you, sweetheart.

It's a bad line, we're on a bad line.

I'll call back.

- I love you.
- Don't do anything daft.

Colette called me that night.

In a panic.

Allaire had broken in.

So what does a good pimp do?

He drops everything,
jumps in his car...

and drives over.

And when I arrived,

that pig Allaire
was about to rape Colette.

I threw him out

and we started fighting on the drive.
It was him or me.

I picked up a stone

and smashed his head in.

When I realised he was dead,
I called Staaf.

I was in a panic.
Staaf said I should hand myself in.

- Are you mad?
- But Willy...

Colette.

C'mon, grab him.

Here.

Valentina was right.

We carried him to his car

and put him in the boot.

Staaf was a road worker.

The next day
they were asphalting at Jos's garage.

Staaf told me.

All I had to do was get rid of the car.

Jos was on holiday.

And Staaf had the keys to the garage.

I drove the car onto the tow truck
and drove to Liège.

I paid the breaker to crush the car.

Then I drove innocently back home.

So how did Jos get involved?

The speed camera caught me,
and the fine landed in Jos's letterbox.

He wondered
who had been driving his tow truck.

And he asked Staaf about it.

Staaf was a sensitive lad.

And a good man.

When Jos persevered
he began to cry.

And I confessed to everything.

Even that we had buried
the body at his door.

You can imagine Jos's reaction.

He was in a state.

He was going to tell the police.

But Staaf and I bribed him.

Me with money, Staaf with land.

So...

I murdered Allaire.

I dumped the body.

I got rid of his car.

But if Staaf was such a good friend,

a man who'd do anything for you,
even help you conceal a murder...

Why did you fool him
into buying that brothel?

- That building permit nightmare.
- I needed money back then.

Urgently.

I deceived my best friend.

I told him it was a good investment
and he believed me.

The deceit was bad enough.

But letting him take the blame
for a murder he didn't commit...

would haunt me
for the rest of my days.

Can we take a break?

I need the rest room.

To comb my hair.

Five minutes, that's all.

Follow me, Willy.

I'm off next door.

John.

- Well?
- He's confessed to it.

Really?

Well done.

You were as right twenty years ago
as you are now.

You've done well, Ludo.

What's up?

You're not happy?

I don't know.

I'm going home.

My wife's birthday.

Coming, Sam.

We'll meet again.

I think not.

It's better
if we don't see each other again.

Any thoughts?

About that?

Have we found our offender or not?

Yes.

I believe Willy.

I don't buy it.

Silent for twenty years,

then confessing everything?

- Can it be?
- I think so.

He didn't at first,
because he didn't want to go inside.

And he has now,

because he doesn't want his friend
to be seen as a murderer.

It's quite noble.

Hey, he's taking his time.

- Is he still there?
- Yes.

- Something must have bothered him.
- Can he escape?

- No.
- Sure?

- Willy Knapen, come out.
- I have the key.

Come on out.

Bloody hell.

NEXT TIME

You're OK?

I'd sign quickly if I were you.

Did Willy do it, Colette?
Or is there something I should know?